This is an idea I've had for a little while now, I read a 2p England fic that called it Wonderland, which got me thinking of clocks and mirrors and how he would react to that. Since Alice in Wonderland is a horror story after all. I don't own.
They all think he is mad, most don't tell him, but he knows. He is not half as mad as they think he is. He knows and he saw, he knows what he saw, he isn't mad. They are mad, they aren't human. Nobody believes him, but he knows what he saw, what he felt. He isn't mad. He isn't, really. He doesn't know how he fell through the mirror, but he did, he did. They didn't do it so how are they supposed to know if it was real or not. "He finally snapped." They whisper,"Losing all that power must've made him go crazy." They say. But he isn't mad, he isn't. How dare they say those things about him? In front of him, even. They think he can't understand them anymore, he knows they do. But they didn't fall through the mirror, they didn't see. It was horrible, awful, painful. They just don't know, how could they. They didn't fall through the mirror. They didn't wake up in that horrible place. It was so real, he couldn't have made it up, it couldn't have been a dream. He isn't mad, he can't be. Arthur is mad, not him, he isn't mad. They are mad. He remembers. He remembers that god awful grin and those horrible eyes. God, those eyes, He remembers. He isn't mad. Cotton candy eyes, such a pretty blue and pink, such a happy grin, such a grotesque scene. Arthur was mad, not England. England fell through the mirror, Arthur lives in the mirror, but they don't believe him. They never do. He doesn't know why he even tries any more, they never listen. Oh, but they will, they will eventually, he knows. Some day they too will fall through the mirrors, and what then? He won't be crazy then will they? Oh, he sees their pitying looks, he hears France whisper to Canada that it will all be okay. But it won't, and they don't listen, when they fall through the mirrors it will be too late, maybe they won't come back. He shouldn't have come back. He should've died in the mirror. The mirror. He wishes they took it away, put that awful thing away, destroyed it. They locked him away in his room, with nothing but a bed and that mirror. And a clock that never moves. They don't see the clock or the mirror, but he knows what he sees, he isn't mad. 11:59 is what the clock says, never midnight, never. He doesn't look in the mirror, he looks in the mirror and he sees Arthur, cotton candy, bloody, evil Arthur. But they don't care if he screams at night, they just tell him its a bad dream and send him back to bed. He knows. He isn't mad, he isn't. Arthur comes some nights, drags him back through the mirror. Then in the morning Canada will cry, and America will look away, and France will clean him up. Because he isn't mad. How could anyone love a mad person, so he isn't mad. But they don't think so. All they see is England, never Arthur. They see mad England, and they see the blood. So much blood. He knows how it looks, like he tried to claw his way out of his skin, and maybe he should, maybe then Arthur would leave him alone. He won't let Arthur do this to his family. He isn't mad and he doesn't want them to think so. He will break the mirror, he decides, he will keep Arthur out, then life will go back to normal. Because he isn't mad, Arthur is. The clock turns to twelve, the clock breaks, England dies, and Arthur is free. England isn't, wasn't mad, but Arthur is. But then, he thinks as France comes running in, I've always been a good actor.
This could either be taken as Arthur being England's other personality or 2p England taking his body I suppose.